Dirty Talks

I’ve had it! Y/n you’re one of my best friends," Calum shouted, standing in front of the door. "And Michael, you’re also one of my best friends. So if you two can’t get along, I’ll make you get along." He grabbed the handle and looked back, "I’m going out. I’ll be back in a few hours. Fucking find something in common." Then he slammed the door behind him.
I stomped over, trying to pull it open, but it was locked. “What the hell?” I groaned, throwing myself onto the couch in a huff, looking at Michael menacingly. “This is your fault.”
"How is this my fault?" He barked.
"If you weren’t such an asshole maybe I could tolerate you, and then we wouldn’t be stuck in this room together."
"Well if you weren’t such an uptight bitch all the time—"
"I’m not an uptight bitch, you just do stupid shit and I call you out on it!" I said, so angry that I sprung from my seat. He growled at my response. I zeroed my eyes in on him, "Fuck off." Then I went back to trying the doorknob, but it wasn’t gonna open.
"You know," I heard Michael say, suddenly behind me. I spun around only to see him an inch from my face, so I pressed my back against the door to try and make more space. "I always thought your bitchface was pretty hot."
I looked over him, his devious and cocky composure as evident as ever. His stupid all-black style and crazy hair, and that awful smirk plastered on his face. I hated his ability to turn me on. “Get away from me.” I didn’t mean it.
"Y/n," He said, raising an eyebrow. "Don’t pretend you don’t want me. I want you, too."
I grabbed his shirt in a fist and pulled him close to my face. “I can’t stand you,” I spat, pulling him to my lips. He kissed me back furiously, grabbing my shoulders and pressing me back against the door so hard I was surprised that wasn’t able to open it.
His tongue fought with mine as I moved my hands, sliding them up the back of his neck and tugging at his hair, pressing my hips forward against his. He smirked against my mouth, “Good to know all I have to do to get you wet is piss you off. So I guess I’ve been turning you on for months, fucking slut.”
I tugged a little harder on his hair, so that he tilted his head back. I leaned in, whispering in his hear so closely that he could feel the heat and venom in my breath. “I am not a slut.”
"No?" He said, moving his hand to my ass. "Then you’re a tease, right?"
"I’m not a tease," I growled.
"Oh, baby, you don’t even know how much of a tease you are," He winked, turning us around and walking forward, pushing me until I felt the back of my knees touch the edge of Calum’s bed. "All good girls are just teasing."
"I fucking hate you."
"Come on, good girl, take a ride with a bad boy," He said, pushing me down so I fell back on the bed. I could feel myself throbbing for him as he crawled over me, dropping his hips to grind against me. He pulled off my shirt quickly, burying his face in my breasts and adding, "Or should I say, take a ride on a bad boy.”
"This is a one time thing," I breathed out, "This is never happening again."
"You’ll change your mind afterward, I promise," He grinned as I pulled off his shirt. He stood at the edge of the bed, then dropped his pants to the floor and kicked them off before yanking off my jeans. I looked at the bulge, evident in his boxers. He saw my gaze and commanded, "Get over here, and get on your knees."
I did as he asked, letting him pull his boxers down. I swirled my tongue around his tip, using my hand to pump what I couldn’t take in my mouth. I sucked my cheeks in and heard him moan, but he reached down and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand off of his dick. He used his other hand to press the back of my head forward so my nose pressed his waist line. I gagged and he kept pressing, but I didn’t quit. “Choke, you cunt,” He tried to bark, but it was practically a whimper.
His hips flexed and he pushed himself down my throat one more time before cumming and pulling out. I looked up at him, swallowing and licking my lips before standing. I used my index finger to rub circles on his tip, grabbing his jaw and making him look at me, even though his orgasm was still making him see stars.
"Now fuck me," I ordered, kissing him for a second so that when I pulled away he leaned forward to continue it. I laid back on the bed, pulling my panties off and tossing them aside, spreading my legs and opening myself up to him.
"Tell me again you’re not a slut," He smirked, climbing over top of me and rubbing his tip around my entrance, up to my clit and then back down as he bit my lip.
"You’re such a piece of shit," I moaned into his mouth. He thrust in just as I spat, "Fuck you." My breath hitched and I scratched down his back, wrapping my legs around his waist and crying out his name, along with several profanities. My walls tightened around him and I found my release, which he pounded through and left me in tears before pulling out.
He collapsed beside me, slipping his hands between my legs and patting my core gently. “You still hate me?” He asked, rubbing small circles on my clit.
"More than ever," I managed out.

"Good," He replied, dipping his finger into me so I arched my back. He circled it inside of me, pulled it out and sucked it clean. "Then I guess we’ll have to tell Calum to lock us in a another room and try again."

Notes

So my favorite person to write about is Luke!

Question: Who is your favorite person to read about?

Answer: Either Luke or Calum!

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